I have a lovely clockwork doll,
That winds up with a key
And when she's wound, she walks along
As stately as can be.
The other toys all envy her
And watch her as she goes
They wish that they had winding keys
And dainty clockwork toes.
One fault she has - she walks too fast
And though I shout - Take care
She spills her eggs, and knocks her head
Against the nursery Chair.